Chapter One.

Chapter Four.

"Mr. Espinoza?" Trisha called from the kitchen as he was changing. "Please, call me Anthony." He replied. "Anthony," she blushes, "what is for dinner anyways?" "Well I was thinking about making some shrimp cocktails? Do you like that?" He asked Trisha as he was buttoning up his shirt. "Like it? I love it!" Trisha said excitedly. "Great!" He said while leaning in to kiss her. They kissed again, but this time they did not pull about and the kiss was much more lustful. He pushed her up against the wall and began kissing her neck. Her hand were tangled his hair, and his began caressing her breast. She moved her hand down below his waist and found her way to his bulge. She was very nervous but so distracted by his hotness and her raging hormones, she just went with it. He set her up on the table and continued kissing her. "Come up here." She said while breathing heavily. He climbed up on top of her, kissing her passionately, like she'd never been kissed before. He put his hand under her shirt and began to grab her breast. "Take my shirt off." She told him. So he did, then she took off her bra and pulled his shirt off of him and got on top of him this time. "Do you realize what we're doing?" He asked Trisha. "I do, but quite frankly I don't give a rats ass." She said while unzipping his pants. She pulled them off and took off his boxers as well. She was surprised by the size yet wrapped her lips around it. After a minute she took off her pants and her panties and got on top of him. He was unaware that she was still a virgin, so it as it went it she let out a scream but after a while she began to enjoy it and went at like she was a pro. Ten minutes later they laid there on the table out of breath. "I won't tell anyone." Trisha said. Anthony laughs and says "So much for diner! But that was amazing." "It was my first time." She tells him. "Yea, I kinda figured that when you screamed, but don't worry I've only had sex with one other girl, and that was in high school." "So what now?" She asks. "I really like you, Trisha. But, if we continue doing things like this, we have to be very careful." "I understand, Anthony. I really like you too." Trisha's phone began to ring. It was her mother.